Across the Spanish Main: A Tale of the Sea in the Days of Queen BessCollingwood, Harry
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Across the Spanish Main: A Tale of the Sea in the Days of Queen Bess
Collingwood, Harry
Adventure stories; Boys -- Juvenile fiction; Sea stories
"Ah," resumed Evans, "would to God that that vessel had come up sooner!
We should have been saved--those left of us--from a living death that
lasted for many years. Yes, now you come to mention it, I remember the
rain; but we never dreamed that it would put out the fire, for we left
her burning furiously. Well, the other ship was too late, and it makes
no difference now. But, to get on with my yarn. We reached the port of
Tunis about ten days later, and there was much joy there when it was
found what a valuable cargo the corsair had brought back; and the joy
was all the greater because of the twelve white prisoners, for white
slaves are reckoned very valuable in those parts, and there hadn't been
any taken for a very long while. We were all put up to auction, and the
man who bid highest got the man he fancied. A big Moor from the
back-country took a liking for me, for I was a fine strapping youngster
then, although you mightn't think it to look at me now. Well, he bought
me, but me only; so I said good-bye to my comrades, never expecting to
see them again, and we set off with my master's caravan for the
interior.
"His home must have been some hundreds of miles in the interior, for it
took us over two months of travelling every day to get there. We struck
from the town of Tunis south-eastwards, as I could tell by the sun.
After travelling for a long time we came to a big river, with fields of
rice on each side of it, and beyond them the burning desert, with hills
and mountains behind that again. When we came to the river we left the
camels, and proceeded in boats until we came to a mighty waterfall,
where we quitted the river for a time, and went a little way overland;
then we took to the river again. This we did four times, and at last,
after more than two months, travelling all the time, we came to a big
town, built all of white stone, very fine to see. All around were green
places like parks, with wells of good water in them; and there were
palm-trees all about, and palaces of white marble; it was a lovely place
for a free man to live in, but for a slave it was dreadful.
"Well, my masters, I was kept here for ten long years, during which I
learnt the language, and found that the city in which I dwelt was named
Khartoum. Then I began to fall ill; I looked old with suffering, and
could not do the tasks allotted to me. I was whipped, and burnt with
red-hot irons; but even such cruelties as these did not make me do any
more work--for indeed I was more dead than alive,--so at last my master
said he would send me down the river to the sea-coast, and sell me there
as a galley-slave, as I was of no more use to him, while I should be
made to work when I was in the galleys. So, with six others in like
condition, I was sent off one morning, in charge of a guard, down the
river, passing on our way six waterfalls or cataracts, as also many
ruined temples and palaces of great age and beauty, with no men in them.
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